The Heavens Are Unlimited: Starting from One's Martial Arts

Chapter 240 Absolute Defense
Petrochemical all over.

Daoist Taiwei, Daoist Hong of the Beggar Gang, and one of the three great monks, the Godly Monk who was crossing the catastrophe, were all stunned and didn't know what to say.

The image of Lu Ming cursing people is really beyond the expectations of others.

But for some reason, most of the casual cultivators who saw Lu Ming as a bit displeased felt that Lu Ming was much more pleasing to the eye.

Lu Ming was born out of nowhere, and he was suddenly praised by the Godly Monk who saved his life. His prestige and status reached the height of a generation of masters, and it was inevitable that some people would envy and hate him.

The scolding just now narrowed the distance between the holy monk and the casual cultivators of the Jianghu.

"Bah, vulgarity."

The female disciple of the Emei Sect spat softly.

Lan Yingying turned her head, and proudly said to the women of the Five Poison Sect: "See, this is the man this girl likes!"

"you!"

Jiang Baihe's face flushed red, his hands and feet were shaking with anger, impotent and furious.

He must not slash the sword at Lu Ming, otherwise it would be his own slap in the face.

It will further confirm what Lu Ming said, Jiang Baihe is a hypocrite with hypocrisy and integrity!
Jiang Baihe took a deep breath, put the sword back into the scabbard, and said with a clear sense of righteousness: "I'm sorry, it was Jiang who lost his temper just now, please forgive me."

"Even so, the holy monk should not kill people impulsively. You are a Shaolin holy monk, a great master!"

Lu Ming sneered, waved his sleeves and said, "If you have to swallow your breath to be a holy monk, what so-called holy monk is not suitable for a poor monk."

After saying that, Lu Ming was about to jump off the ring, turned around and left.

It was just a martial arts meeting, he really didn't take it to heart.

The holy monk who was in trouble quickly shouted: "Amitabha, Donor Jiang, you have misunderstood. The holy monk has his true nature."

"What's more, the situation just now is obvious to all. Heihu dignifiedly advocates the three tigers and Lan Yingying, and there is no deep hatred."

"Even though Donor Blue gave up in the end, Zhang Sanhu still didn't finish it. Instead, he killed him and destroyed the flower with his cruel hands."

"If the holy monk hadn't acted in time to save Lan Benefactor, I'm afraid Lan Benefactor would hate Jiuquan."

The divine monk crossing the catastrophe lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Lan Yingying shouted loudly: "Exactly! Could it be that Zhang Sanhu can kill me, but the holy monk can't kill Zhang Sanhu?"

"It was Zhang Sanhu who acted fiercely first, and the holy monk killed him in a fit of rage!"

Others followed suit:

"When you think about it, it seems right."

"Speaking of which, Black Tiger Hall is not a good thing. It is a group of gangs that bully the weak and oppress the people."

"Don't mention it, Zhang Sanhu, the hall master, not only didn't restrain his subordinates, he even went too far, and did a lot of things that insulted young girls."

There was a lot of voices, and as a result, the fishing boat suddenly dumped on Lu Ming.

"If it wasn't for Zhang Sanhu being a fourth-rank master, no one in the local government would dare to suppress him. Otherwise, according to the bad things he has done, he should have been imprisoned and beheaded long ago!"

"The holy monk killed well!!"

"The clay bodhisattva still has three points of anger. The Buddha has wrath, so he eradicates evil and destroys evil, and eliminates evil in name!"

Jiang Baihe's face froze, and he said unwillingly: "It's good for the holy monk and the Buddha's anger to serve the people, but it's a bit unreasonable to be a Shaolin master if you practice the devil's way of kung fu."

At this time, Daoist Taiwei stepped onto the ring, came to the dead Zhang Sanhu, and turned over his body to have a look.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, what the Holy Monk Miaochen cast is not the Broken Heart Palm."

"People who die with a broken heart palm will leave a dark palm print on their heart, but Zhang Sanhu's heart does not have one."

"It means that the Holy Monk Miaochen just shattered Zhang Sanhu's heart with his extremely powerful palm strength and extremely wonderful inner strength."

Taiweidao Yangtze River Lake has a high reputation.

He clarified the words, and no one didn't believe it.

This time, Jiang Baihe's handsome and fair face turned blacker than if it had been covered with pot ash.

Lu Ming said with a smile: "Hero Jiang, if you are not good at learning, please be careful with your words, otherwise the dignified gentleman will become a villain who framed loyalty and goodness."

Jiang Baihe said with a half-smile: "Yes... yes... it's Jiang who got it wrong! I'm sorry, holy monk!!"

Lu Ming no longer paid attention to Jiang Baihe, and stood proudly independent in the face of the heroes.

"Next, it's the poor monk guarding the ring. Dare to ask who is the hero, come up to challenge?"

The turmoil just now was over, and the audience became quiet again.

After a while, someone whispered: "Beat the head of the Black Tiger Hall of the fourth rank with one palm, the strength of the holy monk is also the third rank?"

"It must be possible for the Godly Monk of Crossing Distress to respect and awe him so much!"

"Thinking about it this way, Zhang Sanhu dared to challenge the holy monk, and he is also an old birthday star eating arsenic."

"Ham, although the Black Tiger Hall is bullying and not a good sect, but the hall is the most loyal, and the left envoy Li Kui was killed. As a brother, Zhang Sanhu, I am afraid he wants to avenge Li Kui."

"What's more, that Zhang Sanhu never expected that the seemingly young holy monk's strength is beyond the fourth rank!"

"No, no, no, in my opinion, Zhang Sanhu thought that the Shaolin holy monk would not kill him in public, so he had the confidence to challenge the holy monk."

Jianghu casual cultivators are keen to deduce why the head of the Black Tiger Hall dares to challenge the holy monk.

They thought about it, did this Zhang Sanhu eat the bear heart and leopard gall?

How dare he do it!
As a result, no one came up to challenge the holy monk for a long time.

There are also masters from various sects ready to move.

But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he didn't have the ability to kill Zhang Sanhu with a single blow, so he gave up again.

Lu Ming asked: "In this huge world, no one challenges the poor monk?"

"The position of the leader of the martial arts, the poor monk sat down without hesitation!"

"Wait a moment!"

The personable, handsome, and well-dressed senior brother of Mingjian Villa jumped onto the stage.

He clasped his fists and bowed, and said loudly: "Mingjian Villa, Yi Shuihan, wants to ask the holy monk for advice, please be merciful."

Lu Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry, the poor monk has his own measure."

Yi Shuihan let out a deep breath.

In Mingjian Villa, although he is a senior brother and a leader among geniuses, he doesn't have the confidence to withstand the blow that kills the fourth rank!
Yi Shuihan took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became awe-inspiring, his arms spread out, and he lifted his hands up suddenly.

Immediately, a wave of kendo zhenqi diffused and filled the audience.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

A loud metallic trill sounded.

Disciples of Jianghu Loose Cultivator and various sects all showed doubts and looked at their own swords.

For some reason, the sword in its sheath trembled restlessly, about to move.

"This sword, the holy monk will try to catch it!"

Yi Shuihan's eyes burst out with brilliance, and he shouted: "Four famous swords, ten thousand swords return to the sect!!"

Yi Shuihan raised his hands upwards as if using all his strength.

In an instant, the trembling swords of people from all walks of life were no longer under control, and came out of their sheaths.

Flying swords that were extremely sharp and radiant like frost, the hilt was turned, the tip of the sword was facing upwards, and it flew into the air with a "swoosh".

Not only Jianghu Loose Cultivators, but also the disciples of the Huashan School of Sword Cultivator Dazong, their sabers also flew away.

For example, Mieqing Shitai, the head of the Emei School, pressed her palm on the hilt of the sword, circulated her true energy, and personally suppressed it, only then did she stop the sword from leaving its position.

"What a powerful Wan Jian Guizong!"

"The future generations are terrifying, the latter generations are terrifying!"

Elder Hong and Daoist Taiwei, the two great masters of the generation, jointly uttered approving voices.

Yi Shuihan's cultivation level is only at the fourth rank, but the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect with all his strength is enough to rival a third rank master!

"what happened?"

"My sword actually flew away by itself!"

"Look at the top of your head."

Everyone raised their heads and saw a mouthful of swords above their heads, converging into a river of swords and swimming around the arena.

"This is Wan Jian Guizong of Famous Sword Villa!"

"Hiss, that's amazing."

"I don't know how the holy monk of Shaolin Temple will deal with it."

The masters of the various sects sighed.

The rise of Famous Sword Villa for a century is not without reason!

At this time, it seemed that the bright moment belonged exclusively to Mingjian Villa, and all the disciples of Mingjian Villa raised their heads proudly, with pride in their hearts.

The head of the Arhat Hall frowned, and came to the side of the Godly Monk, who whispered in his ear: "Godly Monk, it's easy to benevolent and tricky, and use the weapons of the masters in the audience."

"And the holy monk suffered a big loss with his bare hands. Would you like to lend my purple gold demon stick to the holy monk?"

The Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering calmly said: "If it is an old monk, he may need to use weapons to resist Yi Shizhu's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, but the holy monk does not need it."

The leader of the Luohan Hall asked: "How can a holy monk block it without using weapons?"

The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering replied: "Maybe it is possible to display the boundless Dharma in the palm of Prajna Zen?"

"With his boundless true energy and mighty palm power, he can defeat the Ten Thousand Swords of Yi Donor Guizong."

On the field.

Wearing a jade crown, Yi Shuihan smiled confidently.

"Holy Monk, be careful!"

With one hand behind his back, Lu Ming flicked a string of gold-threaded red sandalwood beads with the other, and nodded.

Yi Shuihan took a deep breath, and then pushed out with both hands.

"Wow—"

The sword river that was swimming above everyone's heads seemed to move after hearing the news, and thousands of swords flew together, suddenly rushing towards Lu Ming.

Flying swords scrambled to stab each other, with both the sharpness of the sword and the rush of the river, it was unstoppable.

Many people's faces were pale, and they cried out in fright: "How should this be stopped?"

Lan Yingying held her breath and clenched her fists.

Everyone stared intently at the figure in the white monk's robe on the ring.

"Ding" sound.

Jianhe, where Wan Jian returned to his sect, has already stabbed Lu Ming for the first time.

Lu Ming didn't see any movement, and he was still calm, maintaining the posture of twirling the beads with one hand.

The first sword bounced out inexplicably.

Followed by the second sharp sword, the third sharp sword, the fourth sharp sword...

Hundreds of sharp swords from behind stabbed one after another, hitting Lu Ming in front of him.

Without exception, all the flying swords that were stabbed were all bounced off.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The sound of metal and stone colliding is endless.

With each bite of the sharp sword, fierce sparks burst out, and they bounced off one after another.

With so many sharp swords, they still can't get close to Lu Ming's body, and they are within a fixed range of nine feet.

However, the attacks of hundreds of flying swords outlined an arc-shaped air wall in front of Lu Ming.

The air wall was originally transparent and invisible to the naked eye. Because the attacks were too dense, it manifested a bit.

Many people from the rivers and lakes exclaimed.

"Can anyone explain what happened?"

"Why can the holy monk easily block Yi Shuihan's Ten Thousand Swords Guizong by standing still!"

"Look carefully, what is that?"

"Air...Air wall!"

"I understand! The holy monk withstood Wan Jian Guizong with just a wall of air."

"My God, how did he do it!"

The well-informed Elder Hong also couldn't help sighing: "It's like a city wall to be able to cultivate the body-protecting true energy to a thickness of nine feet."

"Not only that, but he also cultivated the body-protecting zhenqi to the point of strength and yang, just like a diamond that is indestructible and indestructible, it is simply inhuman!"

Nine feet thick protective air wall!

Not only that, but the hardness of the body-protecting Qi Wall is comparable to the indestructible magic of Vajra!
This is simply an impenetrable castle, the strongest defense in the world, what kind of horizontal training method, which one can compare?

No wonder even Mr. Hong of the Beggar Clan called him inhumane.

Daoist Taiwei stroked his beautiful beard, smiled, and said: "It is rumored that Dongtu has a magical skill called Xuanwu True Kungfu, which is known as the most powerful practice method in the world, and I don't know how it compares to the holy monk's nine-foot protective Qi wall. "

While speaking, Wan Jian Guizong came to an end.

Waiting for the last few swords at the end of Jianhe to stab forward, the mighty Wanjian Guizong, it can be regarded as finished.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Yi Shuihan pulled out his own sword, which was one of the eight famous swords of Mingjian Villa - the Glazed Sword.

"Four famous swords, one sword pierces the heart!"

Yi Shuihan made a desperate move and poured all the remaining true energy in his body into the Liuli sword.

He wanted to use the sharpness of the magic weapon to break through Lu Ming's desperate body shield.

"Click"

There was a sound like ice breaking.

The whole body of the glass-clear Excalibur successfully pierced an inch of the air wall of Lu Ming's protective body with the tip of the sword.

Around the protective air wall, translucent cracks like spider webs appeared.

Yi Shuihan showed joy, holding the Liuli sword with one hand, and clapping the end of the hilt with the other, using all the strength in his body, trying to push the Liuli sword further.

"Click, click, click..."

The Liuli sword moved forward with difficulty like being stuck in a quagmire.

Around the sharp point of the sword, spider web-like cracks were formed, and it was so difficult to penetrate every inch!
It seemed like an impossible task to pierce Lu Ming's nine-foot protective air wall.

Under the disparity in absolute strength, Yi Shuihan felt desperate.

Lu Ming frowned slightly.

If this goes on like this, Yi Shuihan, who is arrogant and arrogant, is very likely to go mad.

"Master Yi, that's enough!"

Lu Ming scolded, and his bodyguard shook with zhenqi, sending Yi Shuihan flying away.

"Big Brother!"

"Brother Shuihan!"

Outside the arena, the disciples of Mingjian Villa exclaimed, wanting to catch Yi Shuihan who flew out of the arena backwards.

"Hahahaha, my nephew who doesn't live up to expectations, I'd better let the second uncle teach you what is the famous sword four swords!"

Suddenly, a loud and deep laughter sounded in the sky above Qingyou City.

A second ago, the master who spoke seemed to be still outside Qingyou City, sending voices thousands of miles away.

In the next second, he flapped his sleeves and fell from the sky, hugging Yi Shuihan who was flying upside down.

Yi Shuihan opened his eyes, and what he saw was a middle-aged man with gray hair hanging down his shoulders.

"Second uncle..."

Yi Shuihan was overjoyed, and said in a weak voice.

For his uncle, Yi Shuihan admired and was angry at the same time, hating that iron cannot be made into steel.

Yi Fengyang clearly has the best qualifications in the famous Jianshanzhuang, and is known as a genius that is rare in a century, but he does not do his job properly and runs after women every day.

This is clearly not doing a proper job, wasting practice!
(End of this chapter)